Asher swings again, still not as hard as he is capable of, reddened marks littering one shoulder, then the other. It's easy to settle into a rhythm, each blow a little harder, yet still just as controlled.
He drops the flogger only when Nathaniel's skin is glowing nicely, moving close to press his hand against that hot, hot skin. He releases the slack in the rope for long enough to strip off his shirt, reaching around to Nathaniel's front to unfasten his jeans, pushing them slowly down his thighs. His cool chest is pressed to Nathaniel's back, and Asher is loathe to move away, to continue the flogging.
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Date: 2009-07-06 06:47 am (UTC)He drops the flogger only when Nathaniel's skin is glowing nicely, moving close to press his hand against that hot, hot skin. He releases the slack in the rope for long enough to strip off his shirt, reaching around to Nathaniel's front to unfasten his jeans, pushing them slowly down his thighs. His cool chest is pressed to Nathaniel's back, and Asher is loathe to move away, to continue the flogging.